Too drunk to know my left from right
I put on my shades to dim the lights
Puke my dinner back into the night
Stumble
forward while graping every bottle in sight
Spitting Glass!
I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass
No way back
a no return
All the faces are blurred
Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the
Dead
Never met a bottle that I didnat like
Every time you pop a corn I flip my tongue like a d**e
Iam a whore for
alcohol
And I drink till I fall
I believe every promise in every bottle
Itas all religious to me
Hey, look at me
Iam going
to the promised land
Here I stand in a pool of s**t
Wondering when I went on this blackout trip
I get sicker
For every
glass of liquor
I get the fever
Spanking that fuckina liquor
[Solo: Heinz]
All the faces are blurred
Just faded
flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the Dead
